The “Talkin My Shit” Written Mixtape

Track 1

I like my music loud
Donuts in Kroger parking lot
Carefree black girl running free

Voices they yell
Fuck you for loving yourself past the trembles
The steady quakes of anger and fear
Face against the wind you dare to still stand 
Stand in your truth.

In all your light.

In all your perfect imperfections.

Fed up cuz they got you fucked up
Policing your tears and examining your rage

You are
We are
But energy pushing forward
Keep your toes clear and your mind elsewhere

On who you think we think we are.

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